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short-yandere-stories · 1 year

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okay so---i read the lil fic of reader friendzoning sebastian and i saw your requests were open so here I AM-

Could I get a fanfic of Sebastian with a reader who ✨does✨ have a crush on him but ignores his advances because she happens to have a rather low self-esteem and simply "doesn't want to get the wrong idea" —if possible? if you can't either way it's cool .u.

I am so glad you're here! :D And hoo boy I can recognize myself in that for sure and this would 100% be me hands down. Also sorry for the tiiiiime this has taken meeeeee ugh life is. Annoying. Something I do know for certain, however, is that a yandere Sebastian would not stand for any low self-esteem. Especially not from someone as wonderful and perfect as you.

This can be read as a standalone thing or sort of a continuation of the last one!

Yandere is mainly at the very end because it became just so nice and soft and aaaaahh

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SFW, no major TW/CW, but mentions reader with low self-esteem feeling insecure and disliking themselves. :✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:

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"Not Good Enough for Me?"

"Milady, are you alright? You've been staring through that window for quite some time now." Jumping at the sudden voice, you turn around, gaze landing on the tall, elegant butler peeking in through your door. At your acknowledgment, he takes a step into your room, closing the door behind him with a soft 'click'.

"You have not moved from this spot since at least about half an hour ago. I saw you standing there while I assisted Finnian in the gardens." You look away, nervously picking at the skin around your nails. "I'm fine," you say with a forced laugh. "Just got lost in thought I guess." Slowly, Sebastian moves closer to you, making sure that you can clearly see him at any point. He closely monitors your body language, ready to stop the second he sees you flinching or turning away.

"Is it about my confession during the afternoon tea last afternoon?" He asks, hitting the nail on its head. He has to keep a chuckle in as you wince. "I meant no disrespect or harm, I can assure you," he continued. "And if I have made you uncomfortable with any of my advances, I-" "No!" You yelp, cutting him off. You snap around to finally look at him, eyes wide in a panic and hands thrown up in front of you, waving in dismissal. "I mean..." you continue in a timid tone, cheeks heating up at your outburst.

"You didn't make me uncomfortable at all, Sebastian," you say, eyes pleading with him to believe you. "It was actually really sweet and it made me extremely happy to hear. I just..." you trail off, looking down at the floor, unable to keep his gaze any longer.

"I just don't think you'd want to be with someone like me." Your voice grows increasingly quiet the longer the sentence goes on, and even Sebastian with his demonic powers and enhanced senses has to strain to catch your words.

"What?" he breathes, confusion and bewilderment etched on his face.

You turn back to face the window, wrapping your arms around yourself in an attempt of comfort, trying your hardest to keep the tears threatening to form at bay.

"I just... I'm nothing special. I'm not really pretty or smart... I'm clumsy and mess up, and I can't ever do anything right." Tears blur your vision as you try to keep your voice from shaking. "I don't know why you'd want to be with me," you confess, finally, shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

"You deserve someone better than me."

If he had a heart in the same way that humans do, Sebastian was sure that it would have shattered upon hearing those words. How had he missed your feelings in regard to yourself like this? The anger he felt aimed towards himself for missing such a crucial thing had completely blocked out the meaning of your words for a moment until they finally registered. You loved him. More than that, you'd avoided his advances and tried to push him aside not because you didn't reciprocate, but because you didn't think you were good enough.

In a flash, he's by your side, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you into his chest. Your hands weakly cling to his waistcoat, tears wetting the fabric of his shirt. "Sweetheart," he whispers, raising one gloved hand to pet your hair.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not noticing how you felt about yourself and adding to that burden," he begins, holding your crying form close. "But you're wrong. About all of it." You cry harder and try to push him away, but he doesn't budge.

"You are special. So very special to me, darling, you don't even know half of it. You have the most beautiful soul of any person I have ever met. I love every single part of you. I love the color of your eyes, the way your entire face lights up when you smile. I love your mind and the way it works. Sure, you mess up sometimes, but every human does! It has never once made me think less of you. If anything, watching you trip over nothing only makes me see you as even more endearing than before." Relaxing his hold on you enough for him to bend down and look you in the eyes, he continues. "I love everything about you, flaws and all. I wouldn't change anything about you." One of his hands wipes away a few tears from your cheek before gently cradling it in his palm.

"There is no one that could be 'better for me' than you. You're perfect in my eyes. I hope that I can make you see that too, someday," he whispers.

More tears flow down your cheeks, and for a moment, Sebastian thinks that he has done something wrong, but then your face cracks into a smile. "Do you really mean that?" you ask meekly. "Or are you just saying it to make me feel better?" Instead of giving you a verbal answer, Sebastian leans in and presses his cold lips against yours. For a moment, you're unresponsive, frozen in shock. Then, your hands grab his shoulders, and you kiss back.

The feeling of your soft, warm lips against his is something Sebastian has dreamed of for so long. He can barely believe that it's happening. Your warmth, the softness of your body pressed against him is everything he ever wanted.

Possessive thoughts flash through his mind, solidifying what he already knew. This was where you belonged. By his side, in his arms. With him, forever. He would make sure that your thoughts never hurt you ever again. No matter how many times he had to reassure you, hold you, and help push those negative feelings aside, he would.

You were finally his. You finally reciprocated his feelings, and Sebastian would be damned if he let anything -- your own thoughts included -- hurt you.

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short-yandere-stories · 1 year

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Merry Christmas! I’ve been busy with some final exams and writing on the upcoming chapters of a long commission, but I figured I’d take some time for a short drabble or something as a little Christmas gift for you guys until I can properly get back into dealing with the requests.

So here we have some headcanons/drabbles of yandere Genshin Impact characters and how they would celebrate Christmas. There are so many characters so this is something I literally spun a character wheel for (rerolling the children) because I couldn’t decide on what characters to pick.

CW: Yandere (obviously), mentions of kidnapping, stalking, bondage, forced shows of affection (non-con affection), non-con kissing, slightly suggestive content, one (1) kiss is consentual, kazuha has straight up murdered some guy, decapitation, reference to the movie ‘seven’, Hu Tao’s is just wholesome for some reason, contemplation of murder, power imbalance and blackmail.

This is a yandere work. Proceed at your own risk and please be mindful of your triggers.

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An Obsessive Christmas

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Kaeya has not had a happy Christmas ever since that faithful day when his brotherly ties with Diluc were severed.

He spends most Christmases never really feeling festive or partying. His colleagues have all come to the conclusion that he just wants to be alone during the holidays, and leave him be in his office (leaving a small gift, but nothing extravagant as he doesn’t want gifts).

If anyone would spend their Christmas Eve walking past the Knights of Favonius’ headquarters, and just happen to look up, they would see Kaeya sitting in the window, bottle of wine in hand, looking longingly in the direction of the winery.

So it comes as a huge surprise to all his coworkers when Kaeya is suddenly super excited about Christmas one year.

He’s happily strolling around wearing a Santa Hat, buying mistletoe from Flora, and getting Marjorie’s assistance in finding a gift.

Jean extends an offer for him to celebrate with them this year, but he declines with a bright smile, saying that he already has plans.

He doesn’t elaborate, and Jean and Lisa whisper about if it’s a partner or if he and Diluc have made up.

Once work is finished, and Kaeya slips into his apartment, dusting off the snow, he’s practically giddy with excitement.

You’re just where he left you this morning, asleep in the huge armchair in front of the fireplace, which was still burning.

Adorning your body was bright red ribbon, tying you both to the armchair, rendering you unable to move your limbs, and, of course, wrapping you like a present for the Cavalry Captain.

“I’m home, sweetheart,” he coos, placing a kiss to the crown of your head, gently waking you up. The fluffy white ball on the hat tickles your cheek, making you let out a disgruntled murmur before blinking your eyes open.

Kaeya does his best to ignore the way he sees your eyes drop when they land on him, realizing that you’re still here.

Kaeya proceeds to move your body, making sure not to unwrap his gift just yet, sliding onto the armchair beneath you and setting you in his lap.

“Merry Christmas. It’s been a while since I’ve been so happy during this time of year, and it’s all because of you,” he said, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“How about we eat some nice dinner together before we unwrap our gifts, hm?”

His hand travels over your body, resting high up on your thigh.

“Or do you not want to wait?” he whispers, lips touching your neck softly.

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Usually, Childe celebates the holidays back at home with his family, but this year, he is stuck in Liyue by orders of the Tsaritsa.

This, of course, hasn’t stopped him from sending a ship headed back home loaded with far too many gifts for his younger siblings.

And, well, his orders techinically didn’t include a clause forbidding him from coming home during Christmas, but it was a great excuse to use in the apologetic letter sent back home to his family.

While you had been a lot more well-behaved lately, he did not trust you to meet his family yet. While you might not do anything, it would be highly risky, and that is not in the festive spirit!

Childe hurries to wake you up on Christmas morning with some freshly cooked traditional Snezhnayan Christmas breakfast, looking at you with such puppy eyes that you can’t help but at least try it.

You know your captor is more on edge than usual since he can’t see his family, and you don’t want to risk making a move that will cause him to snap.

He’s just as giddy as a little kid, putting present upon present on top of your blanket in the bed, grinning ear to ear as you open them one by one.

There are so many gifts that you feel dwarfed in the huge bed towards the end of the unwrapping, piles of expensive items everywhere.

You thank him, trying to sound as genuinely grateful as you can, and you apologize for not really having any gifts for him since you haven’t really been allowed outside.

But he doesn’t mind, saying that getting to spend Christmas with you is a gift enough in itself.

Hopefully soon, you’ll be able to meet his family as well!

You spend most of Christmas cuddled up in his arms -- he barely wants to let go of you for even a moment, telling you stories, snuggling and talking about how happy he is that he’s got you.

On a whim, you pause, and turn to face him.

He looks at you, soft smile on his face and one eyebrow crooked in question.

“I have a gift for you,” you manage, watching his eyes crinkle in joy.

Before he can open his mouth to joke, you lean forwards and press your lips against his.

The kiss lasts for just a second before you pull back and look away, but her immediately holds you tighter, whispering about how long he’s waited for you to do that and you can’t help but wonder if you just made a fatal mistake.

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Kazuha hasn’t had time for Christmas since he began to roam the wilds, running away.

But there is something comforting to him, watching you celebrate with your friends, hidden out of your sights.

The wind flows around him, bringing your laughter, and the smell of treats.

He watches you closely, a soft smile on his lips as you open the gifts from your friends.

How he wishes he could be in there next to you...

But he can’t yet.

For now, he’s just a rustle of leaves following you.

Albeit not for long.

As you pull out a perfectly wrapped square box, your friends look confused.

Their reaction makes sense. After all, he was the one who put it there.

You read the note slipped underneath the ribbon atop the box, and Kazuha watches your minute reactions with glee.

You look so adorable when you look confused and slightly scared.

But it’s okay. He wouldn’t hurt you!

You just don’t know him yet. Once you do, you’ll look back on this moment with joy, he’s certain of it.

Slowly, you unwrap the gift and open the box -- only to let out a scream and crawl backwards on your hands and knees.

Kazuha pouts mockingly.

Weren’t you happy to see the head of your missing friend? You were so sad that he couldn’t make it to celebrate with you this year.

“No matter,” Kazuha thinks to him, eyes glued to your crying and shaking form, seeing one of your friends holding you.

You’ll soon have someone far better in your life than that so-called “friend”.

He promises.

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The director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor was never really one for Christmas.

Despite her very joyful outlook on everything, she actually found the whole thing pretty dull.

People tended to avoid her no matter the time of year, which she tried not to beat herself up about, but sometimes it was difficult.

Seeing everyone with their families, so happy with each other made her miss her grandfather even more.

Imagine her surprise, when on Christmas, just as she’d started to walk through the city, you’d stumbled up to her.

With a wide smile, you’d extended a small, wrapped gift, wishing her a merry Christmas.

Dumbfounded, she’d asked if the gift was really meant for her, feeling tears forming in the corners of her eyes at your affirmation.

Looking down at your small basket, you bid her farewell, running off to locate your next reciever of the gifts you had.

Hu Tao opened the gift, admiring the hand-carved plum-tree flower, matching the ones on her hat, hanging on a necklace.

Looking up, she saw you in the distance, handing a gift to someone else.

Your kindness was really something else, she thought, trying to ignore the painful sting of jealousy in her chest.

Maybe it would be better if the only person you showed your kindness to was her.

You should have known what you were getting into, associating yourself with the eccentric woman.

Hu Tao turns around on her heel, immediately walking back to the funeral parlor.

It seems like she will have some more discounts to hand out very, very soon.

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As the leader of the Qixing, there are few things she wants that she doesn’t already have.

And Ningguang only sees that which she has yet to obtain as a challenge, rather than an obstacle.

Your affections was one of those few things.

She already had you in her possession, stuck inside the Jade Chamber with no way to leave it yourself, but having you stay willingly and happily was another matter.

Christmas would be the perfect time to try to change that, Ningguang decided.

But to her dismay, the luxorious food and extravagent gifts she gave you for Christmas did nothing to change your mind.

You’d said, in a quiet voice, that all you really wanted was to go home.

And that, Ningguang could never allow.

With a sigh, she braids her clawed fingers together, switching tactics.

You hear of how simple it would be to make your parents’ business collapse.

How easily she could have your friends evicted and thrown out.

And you are quickly reminded of the ruthlessness and coldness that rests in those beautiful eyes of hers.

You’re not sure when tears started falling down your face, not until Ningguang reaches out, gently wiping them away.

But it’s okay, she assures you. She can keep all of that from happening if you do but one thing for her.

Realizing that there is no way out of this finely crafted golden cage she’s prepared for you, you couldn’t help but sob, falling forwards into her embrace.

She’d comfort you, talk about how happy she’d make you if you let her...

And you were happy that you couldn’t see the satisfied smile on her face as she held you.

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short-yandere-stories · 2 years

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not sure if match-ups are open but if not, feel free to ignore! starters, if i could pick any character i could see myself as, i would say martha and eli mixed! i am an enfp and an optimist who would never let negativity ruin anyone's day! i am considered as the 'mom' friend of the group and hmm... i like to draw and bake! extras; i am a rather affectionate person! i like to spoil people, platonically or romantically, with gifts and many things just so others won't feel unloved 🥰 thank you in advance!! 💖

Awwww that sounds lovely!! Martha’s internal strength, support and optimism, and Eli’s caring and help-

I believe that the characters who would go yandere for you are Naib, Violetta, and Grace. Let me explain.

Content Warnings: Yandere (obviously), possessive behavior, mentions of threats (and death threats), aggression, manipulation, spiders, dolls, isolation, unhealthy dependence, controlling behavior, unhealthy mindsets, threats of harm to others, mentions of potentially killing (the reader), mentions of potentially turning reader’s dead body into a doll, abandonment, bad mental health, mentions of past drowning, the reader is partially drowned in one sentence (water covering face, but not lethally), unwilling bond/marriage

This is a yandere work. Proceed at your own risk and please be mindful of your triggers.

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As a stern, battle-worn mercenary, Naib is more than used to the cruelty of life. He’s often pessimistic and sulking, sure that no matter how hard any of you try, there is no way you’ll be able to ever leave the manor.

At first, your cheery outgoing personality and optimism just piss him off. How can you so cheerfully tell Ganji that he did great when your defeated team is returned to the manor? If you lost, he clearly didn’t play well.

But, slowly, he starts to first tolerate, and then enjoy your outlook on life in the manor. It’s a refreshing new perspective, and with the way you’ve stubbornly hovered around him trying to cheer him up, it’s not surprising that even his hard shell would eventually crack.

Admittedly, it helps that you are so insanely talented at baking. It’s no secret that Naib loves delicious food or desserts; but no one, including himself, could have foretold just how much he’d adore your baking. Even if you follow the same recipe as someone else, yours will always taste better.

Coming into his room after a lost match and seeing a small plate of cupcakes with a sheet of paper next to it: a drawing of you hugging him, and the text ”I believe in you! Cheer up.” Makes his stomach churn in a good way.

He just can’t get enough of you after a while. And before long, his cranky behavior returns, but no longer aimed at you. Instead, other survivors now find themselves walking on the metaphorical glass around him as seemingly anything can set him off in a rage.

If you’re not immediately saved when you’re chaired, or if no one body blocks, he will retaliate by either screaming at them after the match or straight up refusing to rescue them. If someone says anything even remotely negative about you or your performance, he will glare them down, whispering a threat about how they would regret it if they ever said something like that again near him, or God forbid, near you.

If someone else eats your baking, he takes that as a personal offense, and people quickly learn to stay away. It worries you. How people start avoiding you, nervously looking away when you meet their eyes. Rescuing and defending you no matter the hunter, as if there is something (or someone) scaring them even more than the hunter.

You complain about it to Naib one day, bringing him a chocolate chip cake as an apology for ranting. Have you done something wrong? Your teammates have started to avoid you.

And Naib gently feeds into this, slowly but surely making you keep your distance from the others as well.

He wants to make sure that no one else can hurt you. Hunters can hurt you during matches. Survivors who were kind can flip and become cruel.

Naib knows better than anyone how war or struggle changes people.

And he’ll be damned before he lets any of that get to you.

Just keep being as wonderful as you are, tell Naib your problems, and feed him your baking and he will be satisfied.

And should you start complaining about his overprotectiveness, he’ll gladly remind you that other survivors are staying away from you. He’s all you have, so you better keep him satisfied.

He loves you, but his heart has hardened so much that he’s forgetting how to actually show it.

All he can do is what he couldn’t do for his comrades in the army:

Keeping you safe. No matter the cost.

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Violetta has always been... unusual. Even by the standards of the hunters.

As such, she is pretty isolated in the Hunters’ side of the manor.

Her highlights of her stay is the days she gets to play with the adorable little survivors, and attempt to wrap them up in her pretty silk threads like dolls.

Of course, they never like it, sadly enough, and always try to run away from her.

Yes, the point of the matches is for the survivors to escape, but why do they never want to have fun or play with her?

But then one match at the Red Church, that changed.

Violetta was stumbling around the map, looking for the Painter that had just wriggled loose and ran from her, annoyance clear in the way she moved.

She saw movement near a rocket chair and hurried over, ready to strike Edgar down, but stopped, one leg raised mid-air.

There you were: sitting casually, legs crossed on the grass in front of the chair, cipher behind you not decoded and forgotten.

In your hands was one of the small, white ragdolls that usually sat next to the chairs, and you were humming to yourself, using a pen you had with you to decorate it.

Now, the white doll had a pair of eyes and a wide smile: looking far more alive than before.

”That is so cute,” Violetta said, suppressing a giggle when you jumped, not having noticed her or your heightened heartbeat.

”Yeah! I thought she looked sad without a face,” you replied, giving Violetta a smile.

She sat down as gently as she could manage next to you, surprised as to why you weren’t running away. For a moment, she just sat there, watching you add ears and a nose to the doll. Then, you spoke up as if you’d just had a wonderful idea.

”Miss Violetta, you’re a great knitter, right? You must be, judging by how gorgeous your webs are. Do you think you’re able to make a little dress for the doll?” You asked.

Violetta swore that there was something wrong with her chest. Why did it feel... nice to talk to you? You weren’t running away in terror, despite being in a match, and you even praised her and asked her to help out!

Match forgotten, you sit and watch Violetta knit a dress for the doll, the two of you only remembering that you’re in a match when the airhorn signalling the pop of the last cipher rings out.

You thank Violetta for making such a nice and intricate dress for the doll, saying that it looks so much better now. She walks you to the gate, and you wave goodbye, promising to bring her a snack the next time you had a match with her.

This, of course, as you never knew your next hunter, led you to play many matches with baked goods in your pockets. Some cookies and pastries survived, but others were destroyed completely.

The next time you was up against Violetta, she looked almost shy, waiting for you in front of the very same doll the two of you had customized. As luck would have it, the map was the same one as last time you met up.

You cheerfully greet her as your teammates scurry off to decode, handing her a lightly smushed frosted cupcake. It had a tiny spider design in the center.

Bashfully, Violetta also handed you something in return — a soft scarf that felt like a caressing breeze when you ran your hand across it.

Needless to say, you wore the scarf almost always after that. It was warm, comfortable, and looked amazing.

Something stirred in Violetta, seeing you proudly wear her craft.

You began noticing flung spider webs stuck to the window of your room, bringing small gifts and notes.

Meeting between the mansions was difficult, so this was as close as you would get to talking between your far-off matches.

Until they weren’t far apart anymore.

You started being summoned to matches almost daily, always having an eager Violetta waiting for you.

If you told her you were too tired to talk and just wanted to decode, she would pout and sulk the whole game.

Seeing you getting along so nicely with your teammates made her feel something she thought she’d suppressed. The feeling of jealousy.

You were the first person in a long time to genuinely talk to her without fear, and seeing your care extended to other people made Violetta feel possessive.

Wouldn’t it be so much better if all your positivity and attention were focused on her? You must like her company back — why else would you wear what she made for you and talk to her?

Suddenly, instead of waiting for you in matches, Violetta would move with a speed never before seen, striking and cocooning your teammates as fast as she possibly could, batting your hand away when you tried rescuing them.

”We have more time to talk now! The loud siren won’t interrupt us anymore,” she’d say, grinning widely, wondering why you seemed to slowly shrink away from her.

Why were you starting to avoid her? After all she’s done for you, and created for you? She had even talked to the scary owner of the manor to let you meet more frequently.

That absolutely had to change. What was the point of having met you and felt happiness for the first time in so long if you were just going to disappear and leave her hurting?

You quickly realize and learn that if you just appease Violetta and keep her happy, you can often talk her out of ending your teammates. You could argue that if they left, it would just be the two of you, and you could snack on some cookies you had baked before!

And if you keep moving away, disappearing from her, looking at her with those sad eyes, she had a solution.

Wouldn’t you look just gorgeous wrapped in silky threads, smile never leaving your face?

Maybe the map could do with a new doll, if her hand was forced. :✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:

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Humanity is ugly. Kind one moment, only to turn around and stab you in the back (or sacrifice you into the depths of the ocean...)

When Grace appeared in the manor, she despised every moment of it. Matches were not even fun for her — striking down fleeing humans provided her with no joy or satisfaction.

And it was worse when the game was at Lakeside. Too many horrible memories kept resurfacing.

One such game, Grace was too mentally drained to even have a wish to try.

She simply floated out a bit into the sea, feeling the sea water lap at her shins, and the light of the full moon bathe her face.

Grace did not notice you, the survivor staring at her, slowly growing concerned.

From her looks and abilities, it was not far-fetched to assume she had ties to this map. Past trauma.

Not entirely sure how to approach her, you gently stepped onto the sandy beach, quietly using the wand you found in a chest to draw. Grains shifted, lines appearing, and when you slowly snuck off, you felt Grace’s eyes snap to you.

For a moment, the two of you just stared at each other. Then, you pointed to the beach with a soft smile.

In the sand was a crude, yet clear cartoonish drawing of the two of you hugging, with the words ”You are not alone” scrawled next to it.

It felt weird feeling salty water run down her cheeks instead of down her nose and throat.

The next time the two of you were in a match together, she looked hesitant and almost afraid to approach you — worrying that you’d run.

But you didn’t. Your teammates scattered, leaving you to contain the hunter, but you didn’t mind.

”Your name is Grace, right?” You asked softly, introducing yourself. You took a seat with your back to one of the walls in Arms Factory, motioning for her to sit next to you, which she did after a moment’s consideration.

It took a while for her to begin feeling comfortable and opening up, but slowly, she did.

You were not back in the manor until hours after the gates had opened, your teammates beside themselves with worry. You merely brushed them off, saying that you had something to talk about with Naiad.

She’d opened up to you about her past, and how difficult the time in the manor had been so far, glancing up at you every so often to see if you were rolling your eyes or dismissing her, but you weren’t. You merely listened, hummed, and offered sympathy as she talked, her webbed fingers nervously fiddling with her harpoon.

Something about the message you’d left in the sand had stuck in her mind, leaving her thinking about it for days afterwards.

And seeing how nice you were, maybe it wasn’t too difficult to open up?

Having a better understanding of Grace, you went out of your way to accompany her and let her rant if she needed when you were in a match.

You taught her how to draw, dipping your finger in the water spawning beneath her feet and painting on the flat walls of buildings, encouraging her and being there.

Grace didn’t know just how much she’d missed having a friend until you came along.

Slowly but surely, she began to feel better — and with this, utterly decimating your teammates in games with a previously unseen fervor. They would complain to you about how much worse you made her, but you’d disagree every time. There was now life in those dark, sad eyes of hers.

You taught Grace as much as you could about things humans did in their free time since she likely knew nothing after her passing, and remembered little from the time before.

Her favorite was combining two things you were good at; baking and drawing. You’d bring undecorated cupcakes to matches, as well as supplies to decorate them, and Grace would have the time of her life adding decorations on the tops of them. Small fish, a seastar, a heart. She was almost as giddy as a child when she piped the baked goods, uncaring about the frosting on the tip of her nose.

And she’d smile so sweetly when you complimented her.

Without either of you properly realizing it, she had become dependent on you. And, unfortunately for you, she was the first to notice this.

You brought things to fewer and fewer matches. It was not to be rude, but because you thought she’d gotten a lot better and you didn’t want to be too overbearing.

However, Grace did not see it from your perspective.

To her, this was you, just like everyone else, turning your back on her. Leaving her for dead.

The next match you had together, she’d beg you to always be by her side and never leave her. She needs you. Desperately. She has no other reason to continue on in the death games than to meet you. To hear your praise.

And when you gently try to let her down, saying that it’s impossible to always be with her due to the separation of the manors and games, she snaps.

With a look of frightening chill, the calm before the storm, she manipulates the water under her to encircle your head, depriving you of air.

When she deems it enough, when you feel black spots appearing in your field of vision, she removes the water before asking again, and she repeats this until you give her the answer she wants.

A small seashell on a necklace is placed around your neck as you gasp for oxygen, a matching one around Grace’s neck giving off a small green burst of light at the same time.

”Now, we are bound together,” she whispered, placing what was meant as a soft kiss on your cheek. Though, you felt the sting of salt and the coarseness of her parched lips and were yet again reminded of the unpredictability of the sea.

Grace’s voice almost sounded like it was underwater as she talked about how this was likened to a wedding ceremony in her village, and that with the help of the manor’s owner, magic had formed a stronger bond than just a promise.

You realize, all too late, that Grace was no longer a hurt, betrayed woman, but the personification of the sea itself.

Filled with both beauty and darkness.

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Do you write for twisted wonderland?

Yes I do! :D Just remember to, as always, send in ”CHARACTER” from ”FANDOM” so I don’t accidentally confuse characters with the same name.

#eli answers #yandere #anonymous

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Can you write yandere Shuichi (Danganronpa V3) headcanons?

The following post contains spoilers for Danganronpa V3, proceed with caution if you wish to avoid spoilers.

Content warnings: yandere, stalking, obsession, mentions of death, reader is described as ”frail” and ”weak” and scared of the death game, manipulation, death threats, mentions of blood, non-consentual touching and a non-consentual kiss, slight mindbreak if you squint?

This is a yandere work. Please be mindful of your triggers and read at your own risk.

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Shuichi is a yandere that is mainly clingy and manipulative, depending on the situation.

Based on the way he acts throughout V3, it’s clear that he is terrified of losing people he cares about after Kaede is (wrongfully) executed.

He doesn’t want anyone else to die and does his best to keep people united and safe, and after seeing just how horrified you are by the situation, he is further motivated.

How can he deny your teary-eyed request to keep watch outside your door the night after the first trial? You’re so scared you’ll be next.

It takes next to no time at all until Shuichi is dependent on being near you, even after you have calmed down.

Because then, a magic trick goes wrong, and another body is found, springing you metaphorically right back into his safe arms.

Every time a student dies, Shuichi is taking that opportunity to slowly feed your mind with manipulative ideas.

”They will definitely try to go after someone so frail and weak as you next.”

”Imagine if I wasn’t here to keep you safe. You would definitely be gone already.”

”Just stay with me and I promise I will keep you safe.”

Who could have thought that the meek softspoken Shuichi would now be glued to your side, glaring at anyone coming near?

That notes with detailed threats of how they would be brutally ripped to pieces if he saw them anywhere near you would be slid under their doors.

And perhaps most scary of all, how you didn’t seem to notice the change in his behavior at all.

Shuichi loves this. How neatly and methodically he ”helped” you get attached to him.

How you look up at him with those bright eyes filled with gratitude.

How you wrap your arms around him, holding him close.

Oh, he loves it.

It’s perfect — until it’s not.

Until one of the students decides to ignore his not-veiled-at-all threats.

And suddenly, you’re sitting next to them while eating.

Walking through the schoolyard with them.

Not calling Shuichi over to help you feel safe the next time a student passes.

And he snaps.

It’s a shame that the look of gratitude in your eyes needs to change to one of fear.

It’s a shame Shuichi needs to do this in the first place. After all, he’s done for you already. You couldn’t just stay happy with him?

It’s a shame he needs to listen to your sobs and screams to let you go and not touch you as he wraps his arms around you, sliding a hand wet with blood across your cheek.

It’s a shame he can feel your sobs as he finally kisses you over the corpse of a person you considered a friend.

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